Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Late Greats

Mon capitán rightly points out that we've been off the bloggy radar far too long. Please permit me to explain.

The Mustag spent the fall waiting for its shiftless keepers, a thirdof the team, to find jobs and relocate. We ultimately kept our nosesabove the rising tide of unemployment - but only to pour all thatmoney into Exhibit A for Detroit's bailout case.

Finally. Finally, in late November, Esposto got to shove the bane ofproperty values everywhere out of his garage and down the open road toits new base in Alameda, CA. OK, Bay Farm Island. Whatever. Shut up.Work resumed immediately or sometime thereafter, with the kind ofenthusiasm that can only be stoked by a looming deadline coupled withrising expectations.

The expectations? Good God, man. We made Jalopnik. And how? On the strength of WST's opus and Beau's paint job. Meaning the spotlight was now upon the 6 actual, driving team members based on nomerits of our own. Drats.

Having something to prove, four of us took our egos to the FirstAnnual LeMons Scab-Enger hunt to show 'em we at least knew our wayaround a junkyard.

That backfired spectacularly. We won. We made Jalopnik again andAutofiends to boot, and we took the goddamn pole. Now we can't sitquietly in the back with our hoodies pulled down over our eyes. Wehave to lead this charge of the crap brigade. How much Phil Collins doyou have to pump out the back to go faster?

Back to the grind.

What a hilarious pun. This is what I'll be remembered for when my car explodes.